The Talking Thrush and Other Tales from India - Illustrated by W. Heath Robinson
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This gorgeous book is a collection of 43 Indian folk-tales superbly illustrated by W. Heath Robinson. These tales were originally collected by William Crooke but are retold here by W. D. Rouse to delight children. Rouse has chosen to keep this selection confined to the Beast Stories which are particularly interesting as being mostly indigenous and little affected by so-called Aryan influence. Any changes made by Rouse have been included in a notes section which also include the sources of each tale alongside a few obvious parallels or references to literature of the subject.
Tales include: The Talking Thrush, The Judgment of the Jackal, The Camel’s Neck, The Foolish Wolf, The Grateful Goat, The King of Mice, The Bull and the Bullfinch and many more.
These wonderful tales are accompanied by many beautiful and intricate black and white illustrations by W. Heath Robinson. An English cartoonist and illustrator, best known for drawings of ridiculously complicated machines – for achieving deceptively simple objectives. Such was (and is) his fame, that the term ‘Heath Robinson’ entered the English language during the First World War, as a description of any unnecessarily complex and implausible contrivance.
Originally published in 1899, we are now republishing it here as part of our ‘Pook Press’ imprint, celebrating the golden age of illustration in children’s literature.

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Date de parution 18 mai 2022
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EAN13 9781528782883
Langue English
Poids de l'ouvrage 2 Mo

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The Talking Thrush
And Other Tales from India
A Crow is a Crow for ever.
Preface
THE stories contained in this little book are only a small part of a large collection of Indian folk-tales, made by Mr. Crooke in the course of the Ethnological Survey of the North-West Provinces and Oudh. Some were recorded by the collector from the lips of the jungle-folk of Mirz pur; others by his native assistant, Pandit R mghar b Chaub . Besides these, a large number were received from all parts of the Provinces in response to a circular issued by Mr. J. C. Nesfield, the Director of Public Instruction, to all teachers of village schools.
The present selection is confined to the Beast Stories, which are particularly interesting as being mostly indigenous and little affected by so-called Aryan influence. Most of them are new, or have been published only in the North Indian Notes and Queries (referred to as N.I.N.Q .).
In the re-telling, for which Mr. Rouse is responsible, a number of changes have been made. The text of the book is meant for children, and consequently the first aim has been to make an interesting story. Those who study folk-tales for any scientific purpose will find all such changes marked in the Notes. If the change is considerable, the original document is summarised. It should be added that these documents are merely brief Notes in themselves, without literary interest. The Notes also give the source of each tale, and a few obvious parallels, or references to the literature of the subject.
Contents
T HE T ALKING T HRUSH
T HE R ABBIT AND THE M ONKEY
T HE S PARROW S R EVENGE
T HE J UDGMENT OF THE J ACKAL
H OW THE M OUSE GOT INTO HIS H OLE
K ING S OLOMON AND THE O WL
T HE C AMEL S N ECK
T HE Q UAIL AND THE F OWLER
T HE K ING OF THE K ITES
T HE J ACKAL AND THE C AMEL
T HE W ISE O LD S HEPHERD
B EWARE OF B AD C OMPANY
T HE F OOLISH W OLF
R EFLECTED G LORY
T HE C AT AND THE S PARROWS
T HE F OOLISH F ISH
T HE C LEVER G OAT
A C ROW IS A C ROW FOR E VER
T HE G RATEFUL G OAT
T HE C UNNING J ACKAL ; OR , T HE B ITER B IT
T HE F ARMER S A SS
T HE P ARROT J UDGE
T HE F ROG AND THE S NAKE
L ITTLE M ISS M OUSE AND HER F RIENDS
T HE J ACKAL THAT L OST HIS T AIL
T HE W ILY T ORTOISE
T HE K ING OF THE M ICE
T HE V ALIANT B LACKBIRD
T HE G OAT AND THE H OG
T HE P ARROT AND THE P ARSON
T HE L ION AND THE H ARE
T HE M ONKEY S B ARGAINS
T HE M ONKEY S R EBUKE
T HE B ULL AND THE B ULLFINCH
T HE S WAN AND THE C ROW
P RIDE SHALL HAVE A F ALL
T HE K ID AND THE T IGER
T HE S TAG , THE C ROW , AND THE J ACKAL
T HE M ONKEY AND THE C ROWS
T HE S WAN AND THE P ADDY-BIRD
W HAT IS A M AN ?
T HE W OUND AND THE S CAR
T HE C AT AND THE P ARROT
NOTES
List of Illustrations
A C ROW IS A C ROW FOR E VER
T ITLE-PAGE
P REFACE : Headpiece
C ONTENTS : Headpiece
C ONTENTS : Tailpiece
T HE T ALKING T HRUSH :
Initial
T HE R ABBIT AND THE M ONKEY :
Initial
Man with Bamboo Pole
Sit in front of that Man
Tailpiece
T HE S PARROW S R EVENGE :
Up jumped the Boy, and out he ran
T HE J UDGMENT OF THE J ACKAL :
Initial
The Merchant was much dismayed
And away they went
H OW THE M OUSE GOT INTO HIS H OLE
Initial
K ING S OLOMON AND THE O WL :
Initial
Tailpiece
T HE C AMEL S N ECK :
Headpiece
T HE Q UAIL AND THE F OWLER :
Headpiece
Tailpiece
T HE B ULL AND THE B ULLFINCH :
Initial
Tailpiece
T HE S WAN AND THE C ROW :
Initial
Hm, hm, said the Judge, looking at the Crow
Tailpiece
P RIDE SHALL HAVE A F ALL :
Initial
Tailpiece
T HE K ID AND THE T IGER :
Initial
T HE S TAG , THE C ROW , AND THE J ACKAL :
Initial
Tailpiece
T HE M ONKEY AND THE C ROWS :
O Monkey, what a fool you must be!
Tailpiece
T HE S WAN AND THE P ADDY - BIRD :
Initial
Tailpiece
W HAT IS A M AN :
He espied an Elephant
I am a Man, said the other
T HE W OUND AND THE S CAR :
Initial
Tailpiece
T HE C AT AND THE P ARROT :
The Cat said to the Parrot, Come, friend
An old woman happened to be near
F INIS
The Talking Thrush


A CERTAIN man had a garden, and in his garden he sowed cotton seeds. By-and-by the cotton seeds grew up into a cotton bush, with big brown pods upon it. These pods burst open when they are ripe; and you can see the fluffy white cotton bulging all white out of the pods. There was a Thrush in this garden, and the Thrush thought within herself how nice and soft the cotton looked. She plucked out some of it to line her nest with; and never before was her sleep so soft as it was on that bed of cotton.
Now this Thrush had a clever head; so she thought something more might be done with cotton besides lining a nest. In her flights abroad she used often to pass by the door of a Cotton-carder. The Cotton-carder had a thing like a bow, made of a piece of wood, and a thong of leather tying the ends together into a curve. He used to take the cotton, and pile it in a heap; then he took the carding-bow, and twang-twang-twanged it among the heap of cotton, so that the fibres or threads of it became disentangled. Then he rolled it up into oblong balls, and sold it to other people, who made it into thread.
The Thrush often watched the Cotton-carder at work. Every day after dinner, she went to the cotton tree, and plucked out a fluff of cotton in her beak and hid it away. She went on doing this till at last she had quite a little heap of cotton all of her own. At least, it was not really her own, because she stole it; but then you cannot get policemen to take up a Thrush for stealing, and as men catch Thrushes and put them in a cage all for nothing, it is only fair the birds should have their turn.
When the heap of cotton was big enough, our Thrush flew to the house of the Cotton-carder, and sat down in front of him.
Good day, Man, said the Thrush.
Good day, Birdie, said the Cotton-carder. The Thrush was not a bit afraid, because she knew he was a kind man, who never caught little birds to put them in a cage. He liked better to hear them singing free in the woods.
Man, said the Thrush, I have a heap of beautiful cotton, and I ll tell you what. You shall have half of it, if you will card the rest and make it up into balls for me.
That I will, said the man; where is it?
If you will come with me, said the Thrush, I ll show you.
So the Thrush flew in front, and the man followed after, and they came to the place where the hoard of cotton was hidden away. The man took the cotton home, and carded it, and made it into balls. Half of the cotton he took for his trouble, and the rest he gave back to the Thrush. He was so honest that he did not cheat even a bird, although he could easily have done so. For birds cannot count: and if you find a nest full of eggs, and take one or two, the mother-bird will never miss them; but if you take all, the bird is unhappy.
Not far away from the Carder lived a Spinner. This man used to put a ball of cotton on a stick, and then he pulled out a bit of the cotton without breaking it, and tied it to another little stick with a weight on it. Then he twisted the weight, and set it a-spinning; and as it span, he held the cotton ball in one hand, and pulled out the cotton with the other, working it between finger and thumb to keep it fine. Thus the spindle went on spinning, and the cotton went on twisting, until it was twisted into thread. That is why the man was called a Spinner. It looks very easy to do, when you can do it; but it is really very hard to do well.
To this Spinner the Thrush came, and after bidding him good day, said she-
Mr. Spinner, I have some balls of cotton all ready to spin into thread. Will you spin one half of them into thread for me, if I give you the other half?
That I will, said Mr. Spinner; and away they went to find the cotton balls, Thrush first and Spinner following.
In a very few days the Spinner had spun all the cotton into the finest thread. Then he took a pair of scales, and weighed it into two equal parts (he was an honest man, too): half he kept for himself, and the other half he gave to the Thrush.
The next thing this clever Thrush did was to fly to the house of a Weaver. The Weaver used to buy thread, and fasten a number of threads to a wooden frame, called a loom, which was made of two upright posts, with another bar fastened across the top. The threads were hung to the cross-bar, and a little stone was tied to the bottom of each, to keep it steady. Then the Weaver wound some more thread around a long stick called a shuttle; and the shuttle he pushed in front of one thread and behind the next, until it had gone right across the whole of the threads, in and out. Then he pushed it back in the same way, and after a bit, the upright threads and the cross- threads were woven together and made a piece of cloth.
The Thrush flew down to the Weaver, and they made the same bargain as before. The Weaver wove all the thread into pieces of cloth, and half he kept for himself, but the other half he returned to the Thrush.
So now the Thrush had some beautiful cloth, and I dare say you wonder what she wanted it for. As you have not been inquisitive, I will tell you: she wanted clothes to dress herself. The Thrush had noticed that men and women walking about wore clothes, and being an ambitious Thrush, and eager to rise in the world, she felt it would not be proper to go about without any clothes on. So she now went to a Tailor, and said to him-
Good Mr. Tailor, I have some pieces of very fine cloth, and I should be much obliged if you would make a part of it into clothes for me. You shall have one half of the cloth for your trouble.
The Tailor was very glad of this job, as times were slack. So he took the cloth, and at once set to work. Half of it he made into a beautiful dress for the Thrush, with a skirt and jacket, and sleeves in the latest fashion; and as there was a little cloth left over, and he was an honest Tailor, he made her also a pretty littl

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